I am tired of my house seemingly always having a whiff of biological waste in the air, so I spent a Sunday afternoon earlier this month finally removing the rug from downstairs. I also practically insisted, when we brought the full sized mattress that our friend was getting rid of to the house for one of our granddaughters to use in "her" room, that it should have a mattress pad on it prior to her sleeping over. She's still having occasional issues with nighttime incontinence.
Well, that purchase didn't happen, and an accident did. I suppose I will have to sacrifice yet another exercise opportunity - I haven't had a chance to do anything in over a week - to go buy one between work and choir tonight, now that it's too late to keep that mattress from ever being touched by urine.
Needless to say, my granddaughter does not read this. But I'm not upset with her; she's not the one who disregarded my rather insistent suggestion. It isn't as if the person who did wasn't actually in Target for another purchase. Yes, I'm venting again.
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